Qin Sisi gently stepped forward to persuade, "Sister Yan Sang, don't be sad. Love is inherently inexplicable. You just divorced Mu Chuan yesterday and immediately married another man. Didn't Mu Chuan overlook your infidelity during the marriage? Why can't you let go and give us your blessing?"
"You dare put a green hat on my son?"
Zhao Jiali, unaware of the situation, exploded upon hearing this. "You vixen! I always knew your pretty face was nothing but trouble. I really underestimated you!"
As she spoke, she directly shoved Qin Sisi aside and stormed over, giving Xu Yansang a fierce slap.
Xu Yansang was caught off guard and instinctively covered her burning face.
Zhao Jiali stood with her hands on her hips, pointing at her and scolding, "I've known for a long time that you're nothing but bad luck! Something that can never be presented in public! What has Mu Chuan ever done to you for you to commit such a disgraceful act?"
Her words became increasingly harsh, shrill, and piercing, making people's eardrums ache.
Xu Yansang wanted to laugh.
Zhao Jiali was so righteous that anyone who didn't know better would think she had wiped out the Zhou family.
Zhou Muchuan stood aside, watching indifferently. Qin Sisi, on the other hand, pretended to pull Zhao Jiali back, but soon appeared "too weak" to intervene.
Zhao Jiali came from an ordinary background and was a school troublemaker in her youth. Her scolding skills were top-notch. It was only after marrying into the Zhou family that she started putting on the airs of an upper-class lady, slowly curbing her old habits.
But when it came to Xu Yansang, she was more than enough.
Xu Yansang had always been a good girl—kind, polite, and well-mannered for more than twenty years. Her circle of friends and colleagues were all civilized people.
If not for encountering Xia Yanfang three years ago and Zhao Jiali two years ago, she wouldn't have known such people existed in the world.
People who were unreasonable, illogical, and scolded like a machine gun, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Seeing Xu Yansang's demeanor made Zhao Jiali even angrier. She hated people like Xu Yansang the most—always putting on an innocent act as if they'd suffered the greatest grievance. She really wanted to tear that face apart!
Xu Yansang dodged Zhao Jiali's attacks awkwardly. She dared not fight back, fearing that provoking Zhao Jiali would bring trouble to her father and make life impossible in Beicheng.
However, in the process of avoiding her, Zhao Jiali suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.
Qin Sisi hurried to help her up and blamed, "Sister Yan Sang, Auntie is an elder. How could you lay hands on her?"
Zhou Muchuan strode over with a cold face, grabbed Xu Yansang's arm, and pulled her aside, scolding, "Have you had enough of this nonsense?"
Facing his blunt accusation, Xu Yansang couldn't help but tear up.
Zhou Muchuan saw it and his voice became even colder. "Stop your pretense and apologize to my mother!"
Xu Yansang held back her sobs, "I didn't do anything, Zhou Muchuan. Can you be reasonable? She hit me, and I didn't even fight back!"
Zhou Muchuan's face darkened. "I never realized before that you could be such a vicious woman! If you don't apologize, don't blame me for taking legal action!"
Xu Yansang's entire body tensed uncontrollably. She couldn't fight against the Zhou family. If this ended up in court, it would be time-consuming and exhausting, and the outcome wouldn't be in her favor.
Just as she hesitated about whether to swallow her pride, a deep voice came from behind her.
"Legal action? Fine. My wife was assaulted without cause, and I also need an explanation."
Xu Yansang turned around in surprise, "Fu Zhencheng? What are you doing here?"
What overwhelmed her even more wasn't Fu Zhencheng appearing in the top-tier residential area of Beicheng, but his distinguished demeanor—his silver-gray suit neatly pressed, a luxurious black watch on his wrist, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Fu Zhencheng looked at her and softened his gaze, explaining, "I'm here to visit a client."
After speaking, he glanced subtly at the man following behind him.
The man hesitated for a moment and cautiously asked, "So, Mr. Fu, shall we sign the contract tomorrow?"
His voice even trembled when he addressed him as "Mr. Fu."
Fu Zhencheng nodded. "Sure."
The man was overjoyed and, trying to remain composed, said, "Then I'll leave you to it."
He left in a hurry, a hint of panic in his movements.
Zhou Muchuan looked down at Fu Zhencheng arrogantly and sneered, "That was Director Wang from Leko Mining, right? Too bad, I'm on good terms with him. With just one word, I can ruin the deal you've worked so hard for. If I were you, I'd get on my knees and beg for forgiveness right now."
He smirked disdainfully, convinced that a mere insurance salesman like Fu Zhencheng was no match for him.
Fu Zhencheng stood steadily, unfazed by Zhou Muchuan's threat. His voice was deep and unwavering. "Unfortunately, you're not me."
Zhou Muchuan's face darkened.
Xu Yansang grew anxious; she didn't want Fu Zhencheng to get dragged into this. She quickly said to Zhou Muchuan, "I'll apologize. Let's end this here..."
Before she could finish, Fu Zhencheng pressed her shoulder, his voice firm and protective. "It's not your fault, so why should you apologize?"
Xu Yansang was stunned.
Over the past two years, she had gotten used to apologizing to everyone under the Zhou family's oppression. But it was the first time someone told her, "It's not your fault, so why apologize?"
But this was the Zhou family, a family with immense influence in Beicheng. If she didn't yield, how could she survive?
Zhou Muchuan sneered, "Xu Yansang, remember, you brought this on yourself! See you in court, and I won't show mercy!"
Fu Zhencheng's voice remained indifferent. "No need for mercy. We'll demand what we deserve."
With that, he walked up to Zhao Jiali and returned the slap she had given Xu Yansang.
The slap was swift and seemingly light, yet Zhao Jiali's face bore a much deeper red than Xu Yansang's.
Zhao Jiali covered her face in shock and anger. "You dare hit me?"
The Zhou family was stunned.
Fu Zhencheng calmly wiped his hand with a silk handkerchief and explained with a gentle tone, "My wife can't be slapped for nothing."
Zhou Muchuan's face twisted in rage. "Fu, youre courting death!" He threw a punch at Fu Zhencheng.
Xu Yansang's heart pounded- Zhou Muchuan was muscular from years of working out. If the punch landed, Fu Zhencheng's head could be fractured.
But to everyone's shock, Fu Zhencheng effortlessly caught the punch and gripped Zhou Muchuan's wrist tightly.
With just a slight exertion of force, Zhou Muchuan's face turned pale with pain, cold Sweat forming on his forehead.
"Mr. Zhou" Fu Zhencheng said indifferently, "You'll regret this 一in every way" Zhou Muchuan's breath quickened in pain. He felt a deep sense of oppression from Fu Zhencheng.
He wanted to retort, but fear had taken hold of him.